Page 49 of Salvatore

Finally, she lowers her gaze to look down her nose at the package she’s eager to alienate.

It’s such a stunning sight—her widening eyes, her mouth becoming ajar.

She swallows.

“Am I still alittle boy, Ivy?”

She continues to stare at my cock, lashes blinking, viperous mouth silenced.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and yank her face to mine. I need those lips. Her panted breaths.

“Wait.” She plasters her palms against my chest. “I’m not sure my health insurance will cover a punctured lung.”

I smirk into her mouth. “Be careful, troublemaker. That almost sounded like a compliment.”

She shakes her head, our noses rubbing. “I assure you it’s not. Being impaled by the Washington fucking Monument isn’t any woman’s dream. I’d like to be able to retain my ability to walk, sir.”

“You can handle it.”

“Well, I’m certainly no quitter, but?—”

I silence her with a kiss, my tongue demanding entrance, those nails of hers lightly curling into my skin as she moans. “This dress has to go.”

She nods, our noses brushing, her lips hungrily beseeching mine.

I lower my hand an inch from her neck and find the zipper, dragging it to the base of her spine. I slide the material off her shoulders. Guide it down her body. Let it pool at her knees.

Not once do I stop kissing her. At least not until she palms my dick and drags her hand along my shaft.

I hiss through my teeth at the pleasure.

“Don’t tell me I’m the David to your Goliath,” she purrs against my lips. “Will one swift stroke take down this unruly monster?”

“With that smart mouth, anything’s possible.” I grab her hips and haul her toward the pillows, guiding her to straddle my lap as I rest back against the headboard.

She comes willingly, settling against my thighs in nothing but a black lace bra, all smooth curves and perfect skin except for the trimmed strip of curls at the apex of her thighs.

I’ve never seen a woman so flawless. Not on socials or television.

She’s fucking breathtaking. A goddess that shouldn’t be desecrated.

Too bad I’m not morally righteous.

“Like what you see?” She eyes me, lazily dragging off her heels and discarding them on the floor.

“You’re stunning.” I have no need to withhold compliments like she does. Especially when her confidence is her most captivating attribute. “And you’ll look even better riding my dick.”

Her lips quirk as she glances down at my cock. “I’m not sure that’s something that can be ridden.”

Sometimes it isn’t.

Women have given up in the past. The length too much. The girth too painful to accommodate. I’d let Ivy walk if she decided she didn’t want to try. But I’d also pay millions to watch my dick sink inside her.

“Show me you can take it.” I grab her ass, dragging her toward my crotch.

Her breath hitches, and she grasps my shoulders for stability. “Is that seriously achievable? Has that thing been conquered before?”

I’m about to respond when she claps a hand over my mouth. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want to hear about your conquests.”

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